Infinite Numbers

to skies crashing down, to numbers that will now never be

She counts to ten

before its end.


He lives in the space between numbers.

Soaring skies

dimmed down

without a sound.


She peers within and sees it all.


And so,

she pitched a ladder to the stars.


There is something so very endearingly tragic

about she, who seeks to quantify the space between numbers,

Who combs her digits through the sky

to leave a trail of dust behind,

Who begs to be shown how the vast, far and indifferent

may suffocate a scream.


When the ladder comes apart,

the moment comes to part,

and there’s no one left to take the blame.


He was the end of infinity.

She fell for the bird’s-eye view of a microscope


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